Matt Danmore is in his twenties. He thinks he’s lucky. Not many people get to survive a nasty accident with nothing more than a bout of amnesia, a touch of cack-handedness and the conviction that the technician that did the MRI has grey skin and hooves.
Still, it takes time to recover from trauma like that, especially when the girl that was in the accident with you has disappeared into thin air. Especially when the psychologists keeps telling you she’s just a figment of your imagination, despite the fact that you’ve spent the month before the accident have a mad, passionate fling with her.
So when she turns up a year later looking like a million dollars and wanting to carry on where they left off, Matt’s troubled life starts looking up. But he hasn’t bargained for the baggage that comes with her, like the fact she isn’t really an English language student, or even a girl.
Underneath her traffic stopping exterior is something else altogether, something that involves Thames tsunamis, Baked bean tins, a vulture with a penchant for profanity, blood thirsty insurgents and a security agent for the Dept of Fae Immigration called Kylah with the most amazing gold-flecked eyes…